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Part Two:

I'm There for You

Gohan let his mother sleep off her grief. I can catch fish and cook that for dinner for me and Mom, I hope it helps. It was getting close to dusk, the sun had set, but it was just beginning to grow dark.

"Gohan?" Chichi frantically called out to her son, he hadn't been in the house and was nowhere to be seen outside. "GOHAN?"

She sighed with relief when he came up for air, just along the perimeters of their large front yard. "I caught dinner; I didn't think you'd be up so soon." He said soothingly to try and halt her overly protective sense.

"Thank you, Gohan, but I was worried about you," her voice still seemed raw from all of the crying she had done. "Just come inside and we can cook that fish you caught." He was glad to see his mother at least trying to grin at him.

"Gohan, it's Dende, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good. Elder Mori has the Namekian dragonballs gathered and is waiting for the wish to call Porunga. I can connect our telepathic connections; he wants to hear from you." Dende proceeded to have Gohan and Elder Mori connected telepathically.

Gohan heard a stern questioning voice inside his head. "So, you are the one that wants to make a wish on our dragonballs, hmm?"

Gohan seemed a little nervous, but nobly responded, "Yes sir, I do."

"Well, we must have a good reason for this wish, or we shall not call Porunga for the likes of just anyone who calls upon us."

Gohan seemed even more hesitatant. Didn't Dende tell them why? "Yes sir, I do-"

He was cut off with a more impatient reply, "Well then, boy, let's hear it."

Gohan gulped. He had no way of trying to explain that he was trying to wish a futuristic version of himself back to life, he seemed to have been defeated at the lack of explanation.

"Elder," the small voice said rather ashamedly.

Gohan heard the hearty laugh, and wanted to cry… I just wanted to help Trunks. "So, you are Son Goku's boy, huh? Dende seemed to brag about your feat of the tyrant that terrorized your planet this morning. We even sensed the evil power clear out here. You do deserve this wish. I just need to know how to word it."

"Thank you," the tears glistened in his eyes, but they were tears of happiness. "Let's see… How about 'Please bring the warrior, Son Gohan, in Mirai Trunk's time back to life.' Would that work?" Gohan held his breath; it was the moment of truth.

All of the gathered Namekians anxiously waited at the question to see if it was possible. Those few minutes felt like an eternity. The boom of thunder finally ended the anticipation, "That wish is acceptable and achievable, is that your wish?"

"Yes," Gohan sighed in relief. Dende could practically hear the wide grin in his voice.

"Very well then, what are your other two wishes?"

Gohan sat silent in thought for a moment, but Dende could tell he had something on his mind. "Is there anything else, Gohan?" the young god inquired his friend.

"I was just thinking, I'D hate to be wished back without any explanation of how I got there and what was up, and I'm sure he's confused… Would there be any way for Porunga be able to set up a telepathic connection to explain what's going on?"

"Hmm… I'll ask Porunga immediately," the Elder said, understanding the child's reasoning.

"Very well, but I can give them no more that 30 minutes."

"Gohan, is that alright with you?"

"Yes."

"Very well then, your wish has been granted." The dragon seemed impatient, but was willing to wait long enough for Gohan to explain the situation to his futuristic copy.

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Umm… Hello? Can you hear me? Gohan sat staring at his own grave, bewildered when he heard the timid voice in his head.

Who are you? The voice seemed demanding and confrontational.

Actually… I'm you. Gohan was thoroughly shocked by this new revelation and disbelievingly replied.

That doesn't make a good deal of sense, kid, and I don't know what's going on, but if you know you better tell me before I find you. Gohan seemed a little hurt at how gruff the older version of himself was, and the fact that he wanted to hurt him.

I know it's hard to believe, but I only have thirty minutes to explain the situation to you, so if you sit down, I can tell you about how Trunks is, and what he's done. Mirai Gohan suddenly realized that he couldn't sense Trunks' presence, hesitantly extending hi ki; tears welled up in his eyes.

Is he hurt? I can't sense him… Oh, God, he must be dead… Gohan was shock by the sudden frenzied demeanor of the warrior he was talking to, he had seemed so harsh at first, but he was compassionate about those he fought to defend, Gohan realized how truly grateful he was for Trunks' visit.

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As the two Gohan's conversed trough time, Chichi walked in on her young son, seeing he was meditating, she told him dinner was ready. "Ok, thanks, Mom, I'll be there in a minute."

Well, I think our time is just about up… I hope everything works out in your time.

Yeah, yours too, kid.

Um, just one more question, but I don't know if you'll answer it. Mirai Gohan was caught slightly off guard by the invasion of privacy, but he had to admit, the kid was very observing. He could only think for a moment, but knew it was true.

Yes… Gohan smiled as he bid farewell to not keep Porunga waiting any longer. He was just glad he could help.